Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.